Alright I admit it, there is a part of me that is "artsy fartsy." That being said, I occasionally write poetry (please don't judge my manliness). Over the past several weeks this one has been on my mind. I wrote it about three years ago.
The night is over
And morning has dawned
The rooster crowed
And friends have gone
And my brutal cross I carry
Judges have sneered
Kings have mocked
Guards have beaten
Eternity is rocked
And my brutal cross I carry
The whip whistled
Flesh was torn
The knees buckled
Thorns are worn
And my brutal cross I carry
The crowds jeer
Satan awaits
Demons prepare
To storm Heaven's gates
And my brutal cross I carry
Pain sears
Ears roar
Patience is tested
Grace soars
And my brutal cross I carry
Nails pierce
Hands bleed
Lips thirst
Sinners need
The brutal cross I carried
Soldiers wonder
Crowds are awed
A thief forgiven
Because he saw
The brutal cross I carried
Strength fades
Angels hearken
Will I call
As the skies darken over
The brutal cross I carried?
Death awaits
Veils are split
The earth shakes
As I submit to
The brutal cross I carried
Three days pass
In the tomb
The sun rises
As I overcome
The brutal cross I carried
My call goes out
Far and wide
In order to live
One must die
and bear
The brutal cross I carried
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